Words and Music by Matthew Cline
I've tried to bathe, I've tried to shower
But I can't clean off this dirt
Keeping me from God's power
The soap is strong, The water is pure
But how to clean, I am not sure
I need a father to teach me
How to clean this dirt
For till the day it is clean
My spirit will hurt
So take your hand Jesus
And treat me as your child
Place your washcloth on me
Your cleansing hand is mild
Fill my heart with confidence
That my mind is clean
Drown my sins in the river
Then your grace I will have seen
Now I've bathed, Now I've showered
Now in me, God's grace has flowered